#i🧡glitter

[just-sauntered-vaguely-downwards]

Lots of compliments of my ace flower crown (it is real fab, and it has with cute lil panromantic color butterflies among the flowers) at pride today but honestly the one that made me happiest was that two people told me that I’d make a good Crowley when I mentioned I cosplay him 🤣

Totally tempted to go back out dressed as him now….

[stonerzelda]

ur tags inspired me immediately

YEAHHHHHHH OMFG LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP 5EVER...🙈🥳💕💖💛🧡💙❤️💗💜💞💚‼️‼️💓 if nobody got cdi crews back i know arzette does...they help each other 1 chapstick treat at a time <3

[crazy-form]

I’ll never be over that gifset. soobin in the first one is just so cute

he's ADORABLEEEE he straight up went >w< 😭🧡

makes me kinda wonder how weird the sensation of being LINT ROLLED must be?? askldhfskdjf it must be ticklish right??? but he's taking it like a champ sdlfklsdfhjsh what an adorable human being i wanna hug him and pat his head 😭😭

[yamikawaii]

I would rather pamper you, Darling, your happy face and love will be reward enough for me! I want to spoil you! I want to keep you away from everybody and cradle you in my arms all the time! I want to feed you the tastiest foods and desserts!! I wanna tie us together to sleep at night and shower you in kisses when you wake up! I don't mind that I don't need sleep!! I wanna watch you! And do try to love your voice, it's so beautiful, I have thousands of recordings of you speaking and I would love to hear you sing

with the only romantic love you'll ever need - Yoomtah

HHBSBSHWBDBHEBDBDBFJDBDJDJFJFHJVJVJVNNNDBBJDJCVHWHY ARE YOU SO CUTE IM GOING TO KILL SOMWONE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

[icarryitin]

Episode 3: Candles

spencer reid/gn!reader

happy 26th anniversary of my escape from the womb, as a celebration pls enjoy this lil smth smth while i spend the evening eating a whole cake by myself🧡

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word count: 1.3k // warnings: zero just vibes, also glasses reid comes with his own warning🫡

summary: You only just about manage to rein in Penelope for your first birthday at the BAU. Spencer throws a curveball.

It’s been a mission and a half, keeping it all under wraps. Penelope’s been the worst, but you managed to convince her not to put a reminder on everyone’s calendar - a new sparkly unicorn friend for her desk collection was enough to satiate her. For this year, at least.

Birthdays aren’t what they used to be.

They used to be a month long affair, sparkly and exciting. Now it’s just a day. You might get a couple of cards from a couple of family members, you might treat yourself to a takeout so you don’t have to cook, you might watch your favourite movie. It’s nothing special anymore, but you don’t mind that. It’s just a part of growing up.

Which is exactly why you’d expressly forbidden Garcia from organising any kind of celebration when she’d cornered you in the elevator about it last week. You’re still a relatively shiny new toy in the BAU, and being the centre of attention isn’t one of your strong suits anymore. You’re happy to let it pass largely unnoticed by your colleagues. She can do something next year, for sure, when you’re settled in properly. Provided there are no cases that demand attention.

Your back still aches from the flight back yesterday evening, nobody ever said sleeping sitting up is good for you. But, thankfully, it means that everyone’s been too swamped in paperwork today to have noticed Penelope’s extremely subtle efforts to make the day a little easier for you. Her way of celebrating, you were never going to get away that easily. A coffee this morning, a muffin from the café when she came back from her lunch break, she’d even called you into The Lair to present you with a card. Secretly, of course, so as not to arouse suspicion. It’s tucked away in your bag now, safe and sound. Glitter and all.

“Goodnight, my loves.” She appears in your field of vision, blonde head bobbling over the divider between your desk and Morgan’s.

You raise your hand to wave, but the occupant of the desk to your right is far too engrossed in the file to notice. It’s just the three of you left in the office - Penelope, you, and Spencer. Even Hotch has gone, armed with a stack of case files and a furrowed brow.

“See you in the morning, P.” It doesn’t take a lot of effort to return her smile, however tired you might be. That’s the thing about Penelope Garcia, you’ve learned, her energy is kind of infectious. She totters over to your desk with a sly look over at Reid, who still doesn’t appear to be paying any attention.

“Happy Birthday.” She whispers, throwing you an exaggerated wink. Okay, maybe you feel a little bit guilty about depriving her of the celebration she wanted to give you.

And then she’s off, and it’s just you and Reid and the occasional quiet tapping of keyboards, the sifting of papers.

You’ve been absorbed by a file, checking and double checking your additions to the report are accurate, so you don’t really pay Reid any mind when he wanders off towards the kitchen. Your red pen is out, scribbling on an extra copy of the notes. The Unsub on this case had been crafty, but not crafty enough, and your confidence is growing with the handful of takedowns now under your belt. It’s nice to feel like you’re contributing to the team’s success - it’s still your rookie year, but your handcuffs are a little less shiny than they were. You’re about to start typing up your amendments when there’s a noise behind you, like someone clearing their throat. They do it again, a little louder, a little less unsure. It’s unexpected to say the least, the image you’re presented with when you turn in your chair.

Doctor Spencer Reid - adjacent desk mate, awkward stakeout buddy, bespectacled distraction - is holding a small plate out to you, one single cupcake in the centre. There’s a birthday candle stuck in the chocolate swirled icing, just the one, tiny flame wobbling away in the air conditioning. He looks nervous, but there’s a glint in his eye hiding behind his glasses. You wonder what kind of threats Penelope made to get him to do this.

“Garcia said you didn’t want a fuss,” He starts rambling, “So, I figured I would wait until there were less people around and - well, it looks like it’s just us now.”

You’re fumbling for something to say, anything.

“This was - yeah, this was a bad idea, wasn’t it? You didn’t want a fuss and I did this and now you-“

“It’s okay.” You say, finally finding your voice. Matching smiles start to grow, slowly, and the lingering awkwardness evaporates.

It’s hard not to play up the childish wonder of it all - even in the beige and navy confines of the BAU office. Reid still holds the cupcake out towards you as you squeeze your eyes shut, nose wrinkled. Making a wish. You’re not really sure what it is you’re wishing for, maybe it’s that you’ll settle in with the team for the long term, maybe it’s that you’ll catch every bad guy until there’s none left, maybe it’s that a certain teammate will keep looking at you with those big old eyes and a hint of a smile on his face. Whatever it is, it’s good enough, and you open your eyes slowly. Leaning forward, one small puff of breath extinguishes the little candle. Birthday ritual complete. You’re sure Reid has a fun fact about the history of birthday celebrations and the burning of foodstuffs, but you don’t ask just yet. He’s still holding the plate out to you.

“Split it with me?”

His answering grin is contagious, you’ve no choice but to return it as he turns on his heel to hunt down a knife from the kitchen.

“And since it’s just the two of us,” He chatters on his way back from the kitchen, a second plate and butter knife in tow, “I won��t even make you wear the birthday hat.”

There’s a birthday hat, good lord. You’re glad you managed to hold Penelope off for one year, even if it’s the only one she’ll let you have.

“You have no idea how much that means to me.”

“There’s always next year.” Reid is grinning into his half of the cupcake, deliberately not watching you process the fact that you will absolutely be wearing the birthday hat this time next year. But it’s surprisingly heartwarming to hear that he thinks you’ll be with the team for your next birthday. Not that you don’t expect to be, but having confirmation that the others believe it too makes you feel a little fuzzy.

“At least I caught Garcia before she organised a street party, a card and a cupcake do me just fine.” Your words are muffled around the mouthful of cake and icing.

“Oh, she didn’t do this.”

You don’t follow. That much must be clear on your face, because he presses on.

“I made a batch, but then Penelope said you wanted low-key. So I only brought one.”

He made it?

He made it. For you.

If he wasn’t hurtling towards inappropriate crush territory already, he sure is now.

“Thank you, Spencer.”

It doesn’t escape your notice that it’s the first time you use his name. Not Doctor, not Reid, just Spencer. He’s noticed too, if the blush steadily creeping up his cheeks is anything to go by. But you don’t want him to steam up his glasses, and you definitely don’t want to dig yourself in any deeper - so you ask him about birthday candles, an answer he’s more than happy to provide between the last mouthfuls of cupcake and remaining file reports.

Maybe the work birthday thing isn’t so bad, you’ll just have to find that hat before next year.

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[minminyoonjii]

Hii, i would like to request a stray kids aftercare types or smth like that 🥲🥲 (srry im really bland i struggle with words 😭😭)

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Fem! Reader|Cry Baby! Couple|Smut Fluff|Body Worship|Crying|Heavy Teasing And Mocking|Condesending Tone|Dom Drop|Marking and Hickeys|Degrading Praise Kink|Act Of Service|Confessions|L-Bomb|Foodie Moments|Pussy Worship

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 1.1K

Bang Chan

"You feeling alright, pretty?" he asked, holding you tight. You nodded, running your fingers through his hair, "Ahm. More than alright," you said, kissing his cheek. Chan chuckled, easing your legs off his shoulder, "I know, baby. I know you're sore," he cooed, rubbing your calves when you hissed. "Don't talk to me like that, Chris," you whined, mind barely off the clouds. Chan smiled, "Okay, okay," he said, massaging your legs. You groaned into the pillow, melting at the firm pressure. Chan hummed, "How about a warm bath, yeah? I'll let you drop in a bath bomb," he said, wiping down your inner thighs. You lifted your head, "Thought you didn't like the glitter ones," you said, looking at him. He chuckled, "Yeah, but I'd do anything to make you feel loved little one," he reassured, kissing your forehead.

Lee Minho

Minho gulped, catching his breath, "Good kitten. Fuck, you did so good for me," he mumbled, nosing your hair. You shuddered, rubbing his back, "Did good?" you whispered, avoiding eye contact. He held your jaw, "Yes kitty. You did amazing," Minho praised, stroking your cheek in his palm. You sighed, nuzzling into it. Minho chuckled, "That's my good kitty. So precious and perfect," he whispered, holding you close to his chest. "You've never been this vocal before," you said, kissing his collarbones. Minho smirked, "Well, I can't go and cut fruits all of a sudden can I?" he teased, knowing he already did. You held his face, licking his lips, "I already saw the bunnies (bunny apples)," you said, kissing him deeply. Minho chuckled into the kiss, easing his tongue against yours.

Seo Changbin

"Deep breaths, bun. Take deep breaths," Changbin coaxed, easing out his girthy cock from your cunt. You shuddered from the sensation, "Bin," you whined, stretching out your arms. Changbin cooed, pulling you onto his lap, "Binnie's got you, hm? My baby bunny," he chuckled, pampering kisses on your face. You squirmed at the kisses, "No," you whined with a smile etched on your lips. Changbin smirked, pressing his kiss against yours, "No? Bunny is denying Binnie?" he gasped, pecking your lips a few more times. You giggled, laying your head comfortably on his chest. Changbin hummed, rocking your aching body, "What do you feel like eating, bun?" he asked, feeling his tummy grumble. You smiled, scrolling through his phone, "Can we order this?" you asked, showing him the dish. Changbin chuckled, "Go ahead," he said, hooking his chin over your head.

Hwang Hyunjin

Hyunjin kissed down your arm, "Shh. Relax, love," he hummed, nosing your skin. You shivered, staring at him with half-lidded eyes, "Hyune," you moaned. Hyunjin chuckled, shifting to kiss down your sternum, "Melt into it, lovely. I have you, hm?" he smirked, kissing your chest. You whined, bucking your hips as he blew on your sensitive nipples. "My lovely muse," he sighed, kissing your tummy, paying attention to the pouch where your womb would be. "Hyunjin," you gasped, brushing his hair. Hyunjin nuzzled inner thighs, "Can't believe you took me so well, love. Your pretty pussy was just meant for my cock," he praised, wiping your swollen cunt with careful and precise hands. You sank into the warmth, letting him take care of you fully.

Han Jisung

"Aww, my precious crybaby. Did it feel too good again, sweetheart?" Jisung asked, wiping the stray tears streaming down your cheeks. You hiccuped, burying your face into his palms. Jisung chuckled, tucking your body against his, "I know, sweetie. My cock made you feel all vulnerable, hm?" he asked, hearing your soft babbles in return. "Yes, yes. My cock pleased you very well, I know," he chuckled, kissing the top of your head. You jutted your bottom lip, looking up at him. Your eyes were glossy with tears, and your nose was red from sniffling. Jisung cooed, tucking your hair behind your ears, "Gorgeous. So stunning," he whispered, leaning forward to sync your lips. You melted into the kiss, hands brushing his waist. Jisung pulled away, "Time to bathe, sweetheart. Maybe afterwards we could binge a show or two," he chuckled, lifting you.

Lee Felix

Felix sniffled, emotions running high after an intense session. You held his face, "Lix, are you alright?" you asked, brushing away the tears threatening to drop. Felix shook his head, "You know I didn't mean those words right? You know it was just a scene, right sunbeam?" he asked, lips wobbling with each word. You pulled him close, "Of course, I know that sunshine. You treat me with the utmost respect daily," you reassured, rubbing his back. Tears soaked your bare skin, "I got scared. Scared of unintentionally hurting you, sunbeam. I would never forgive myself for that," Felix whimpered, holding you firm against him. Tears pooled in your eyes, "Don't cry, sunshine. You know if you cry, I'll cry," you sniffled, rocking each other's sensitive bodies until you both relaxed.

Kim Seungmin

Seungmin tossed his head back, chest rising and falling, "Fuck," he sighed, groping your plump ass. You whined, "Min," you said, shifting forward. Seungmin hissed as the chill air grazed his slicked cock, "Come on, pup. Let's wash up," he chuckled, lifting you. "We look like a mess," you grumbled, looking at the blooming bruises and hickeys coating your skin. Seungmin winced, turning around only to see nail marks down his back, "We did quite a number, didn't we?" he smirked, turning on the shower. You rolled your eyes with a smile, "You were the one who wanted to switch positions midway," you teased, melting under the water. Seungmin chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist, "If I remember correctly, who was the one that kept begging to feel me deeper, hm?" he whispered, nipping your earlobe. You leaned back into him, "Hah, hah. Fine," you whined, lathering his body with soap.

Yang Jeongin

"Angel. My angel. All mine," Jeongin rambled, nuzzling your chest. You gulped, catching your breath, "Yours, all yours," you slurred, patting his head. Jeongin chuckled, rubbing your sides, "Was I too rough at any point?" he asked, tracing circles on your tummy. You shook your head, "Nope. Loved it all," you said, rubbing his ears. Jeongin sighed, pulling you by the waist, "Sit up, angel," he said, handing you a glass of water. You gulped it down, not realising you were that thirsty. He smiled, "Give me a minute," Jeongin said, bringing in cup noodles. "By the time we're done washing up the noodles would be ready," he said, pouring hot water into them. You giggled, taking his hand after he finished preparing, "I love you," you said, kissing his cheek. Jeongin twirled your waist, hips pressed against each other, "I love you more," he said, kissing your lips.

[justaaveragereader]

It’s time to put on your sexiest outfit, and visit each members home to see if you’ll get a trick or a treat.

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Size Difference + Electrostimulation @justaaveragereader

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Humiliation + Public Sex @justaaveragereader

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Pussy Spanking — Headcanons

a/n: thank you for the request, anon <3 🧡💛

warnings: smut, pussy spanking, slight masochism w/ Cass?, bondage w/ Az

Rhysand: knelt between your thighs

“Rhys…please…” you cry, tears spilling down your cheeks, forced to brace your hands on the mattress as he keeps your thighs spread with you on the edge of your shared bed.

“Want me to stop, hm?” He hums, attaching his mouth to your sore clit, licking against the small but sensitive bud, getting off on how you squirm.

You nod, lower lip pushing out as you whimper. “I’m…I’m sorry Rhys…I didn’t mean…”

“You didn’t mean…?” He muses, loving how you flinch when his teeth lightly tug on your clit, raw and puffy.

“It was supposed to be funny…” you cry, “I thought you’d like it…”

He pulls away, and you cry when his palm smacks between your legs, sending a fresh wave of glittering pain tingling down your thighs. “I did like it.”

“But you’re— Rhys!”

He repeats the action, and you yelp, thighs squeezing but he firmly readjusts your legs, pushing them further apart than before. “But anyone else could have seen too, darling. You need to take responsibility.”

“I’m sorry,” you cry, squirming, panting as his tongue licks over your clit, soothing the sore skin, wet and puffy, aching for release—one he’ll doubtlessly deny. “I didn’t mean…I didn’t think…”

He hums between your legs, and you gasp, squeezing him as you wind your hips against his mouth, the orgasm rising readily, desperate for the relief of pleasure.

“Please, Rhys…Rhysand…” you pant, hips rolling as he licks over your clit, suckling to soothe the ache.

Moans spill from your mouth, heat bubbling away as your arms feel weak, lower lip trembling with how overstimulated you feel.

The noises become sweeter as he kisses down your centre, tongue licking up over your heat, once again returning to circle your clit slowly.

“Rhys…” you breathe, moaning softly, “please…m’sorry…”

He pulls away, saliva and slick mixed in a silvery thread connecting to your cunt, and you tighten around nothing, chest rising up and down. “You’re sorry?” He muses softly, a twinkle in his eyes.

Teeth push over your lower lip, heat warming your cheeks as you nod. “M’sorry.”

He pulls away, and you squeal as he spanks you again, your arms giving out as you squirm on the bed, trying to wriggle away from him.

Rhysand chuckles, effortlessly gripping your hips, dragging you back to his open mouth. Tongue swirling gently over your tender sex.

“Just a bit longer,” he laughs, feeling how eagerly you’re trying to ride his face. Trying to come on his tongue.

“A little longer, then you’ll be my good girl again.”

Cassian: over his lap

“Oh, fuck Cassian.”

The General chuckles lowly, hand gripping your jaw as he angles your head so he can look at you. “So dirty, aren’t you? Fucking filthy, sweetheart.”

“Mhmm,” you moan, arms shaking as you hold yourself up, on your hands and knees over his lap as his fingers run up and down your centre, circling the dip between your thighs before pushing into your wet heat. “Please Cass,” you whine, shifting your hips to press against his thick digits. “Again…”

“Yeah? Want another one?” He drawls roughly, voice slightly gruffer, a rugged edge that has you squeezing his fingers.

“Cass…stop teasing,” you pant, wiggling your hips, pressing your thighs together.

He laughs lowly, and your toes curl as he pulls away, bracing for the impact.

The loudest moan yet spills from your lips as his palm smacks down, slapping over your sensitive clit, entrance aching as you tighten around nothing. “Fuck Cassian…so good…”

His fingers dip back inside, pumping and scissoring as his thumb brushes against your puffy clit, and a mix between a blissed out laugh and a moan sounds from your chest, eyelids fluttering.

“You’re so wet,” he breathes, in awe at the slick coating his digits. “Fucking soaking me, perfect sweetheart.”

“Cass…” you whine when he again pulls away, able to hear the wet noises as he licks your flavour clean from his fingers, groaning at the taste, arousal thickening in the room.

Your back curves, lowering to brace yourself on your forearms, spine dipping to direct his attention between your legs, so desperate for a fresh wave of that stinging pleasure.

He smacks down again, and your toes curl, so close to the brink, certain there’s enough slick dripping down your thighs to fill a shot glass.

“Harder?” Cassian asks, a little breathlessly.

“Mhmm,” you moan, hips winding with anticipation. “Please Cass, harder…”

The General pulls his hand back, and the next spank knocks the breath from your lungs, lips forming an O as you’re pushed forward, limbs trembling as you come, clit pulsing as you flutter around nothing.

Cassian watches in awe as you orgasm, enough sense to sink his fingers deep into your cunt to give you something to grip onto, the pads rubbing against the spots he knows you like as your hips wind in circular motions against his hand.

“Oh, fuck Cassian…so fucking good…” you cry softly, nails gripping the bedsheets, brows curved with pleasure.

“That’s it. Just like that,” he goads gently, easing through the intense orgasm.

“You’re so fucking perfect. My perfect sweetheart.”

Azriel: chained up from behind

You scream as the paddle smacks between your thighs, tears spilling down your cheeks, unable to wipe them away with your wrists shackled together above your head, forced to kneel on the table as he heats your back, continuing with your punishment.

“Az—“ you gasp, crying out as he smacks your clit again, merciless in his ministrations, hardly giving you time to recover between the hits. “Az— Please!”

“Please what?” He growls, providing relief for a few precious moments, and you savour the pause—how he’s allowing you to catch your breath.

“Please, I’m sorry…I know better…it won’t happen again,” you weep, thighs trembling, shoulders aching from being suspended.

“I guess you should have thought harder before trying to interrupt me during work,” he drawls roughly, sliding his middle and forth finger slowly down your cunt, prodding lightly at your entrance, loving how you tense, spine curving as you try to get him inside of you.

“But I know better now,” you whine, trying to look over your shoulder at him, but he raises his left hand from your abdomen to your jaw, forbidding the action. Digits biting into the skin.

“Should I put a gag on you?” He growls, nosing at your throat, the threat brushing beside your pointed ear.

You whimper, chains clinking together as you shift, wanting to press your thighs together. “No…” you mumble out, tears dripping down onto his hand.

“You’re going to accept it all? Every spank you’ve earned?” He asks lowly, feeling the piercing weight of his cool, hazel eyes.

“Yes, Az,” you whimper, squirming under his grip. “I promise I’ll be good.”

“You don’t know the meaning of the word,” he growls, a faint chuckle in his voice that has you tightening around nothing.

The paddle smacks down again, and you cry out, thighs trembling as the stinging pain echoes down your legs, across your abdomen.

“Az, please! I can’t!” You cry, resolve crumbling as you struggle against the chains, shrinking away as his arm wraps over your hips, forcing you to still with minimum effort so he can continue.

He doesn’t listen, relentlessly smacking down with the paddle, seemingly enjoying the wet slapping sound, how your arousal is webbing between your cunt and the paddle.

“Should I make it worse?” He drawls, teeth nipping at your ear. “Make it last longer? Give it to you harder?”

“No! Please, Az…Azzie…” you cry helplessly, thighs parting wider in attempts to appease him. But you know such superficial actions won’t fool him.

He’ll put you through your punishments one way or another.

Eris: Over his thigh

“Over here, fawn,” he orders lowly, patting his right thigh, legs parted to make room for where he wants you.

“Eris…this is embarrassing…” you mumble, reluctantly making your way across his bedroom, coming to a stop just shy of his feet, head dipped a little as you wring your hands together.

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about,” he says, palms rising to your hips, gently guiding you to stand closer, between his legs. “You look nothing short of edible.”

Heat flushes your skin, arms kept against your chest, nipples peaking from where the fabric is brushing against the sensitive area.

You agreed to trying some new things tonight, stepping out of your comfort zone for the sake of exploring some of your mate’s interests. Which is how you ended up here, dressed in nothing but a demure linen apron, the kind worn by maids, or servants that deal with cookery.

Not only is it the provocative clothing, but he’d suggested a new type of play, one you’d been doubtful of at first, but Eris had reminded you if at any point you didn’t want to continue, or wished for it to stop, all you had to do was ask. He was already proud of you for even considering trying something new.

“What…what should I do?” You ask, struggling to meet his gaze. Humiliation having a surprising amount of arousal coalescing between your thighs.

“Settle over here,” Eris instructs, guiding you to his right, “like you’re bending over.”

More heat flushes your skin, but you remind yourself why you’re trying this in the first place—it’s something he’s openly expressed interest in. You don’t want him to think you don’t care about his likes, at least doing the courtesy of trying them.

“You aren’t in a rush,” he reminds, “we can use a pillow to cushion your hips if you’re uncomfortable.”

His reassurance give you the courage you’re seeking, stepping forward and lowering yourself, folding yourself over his thigh, palms settling flat on the wooden floor while your toes brush the other side, legs bent slightly at the knee.

“Is this…okay?” You manage, keeping your head up, feeling so exposed with your legs parted like this, with no way of quickly covering yourself.

“Perfect, fawn,” he murmurs, and you feel one of his hands praisingly brush your inner thigh, before his long fingers wrap around it, just beneath your ass, digits poised to brush against your heat. “How are you feeling?”

“It’s a little awkward,” you admit, flushing at the exposure, at the raised sensitivity that comes with being unable to see what he’s doing. “But I’m…I want to keep going.”

Eris hums, a fairly neutral sound of acknowledgement in attempts to keep his desires under control. Either way, you still feel how his cock stiffens in his trousers, pressed against the outside of your thigh.

“You can stop this at any point,” he reminds gently, fingers running over your heat, thumbing across your clit, beginning to soften you. “Just ask, and everything can go back to normal.”

You nod, forcing yourself to keep your legs open as he tentatively prods at your entrance with one hand, the other taking care to play with your clit, moving in smooth oscillations as he slides his fingers in.

You gasp softly at the feeling, spine curving a little, toes brushing against the floor in order to prevent yourself from sliding down, resting your entire weight on his thigh.

“You’re doing well,” he murmurs, digits pumping and curling, encouraging you to relax into his touch, reminding you of that feeling of safety you get around him. “Think you’re ready?”

You pull your lower lip between your teeth, the front of the linen apron keeping your breasts from aching, pressing fully against the material in your downward position. “I’m ready,” you mumble out, “I trust you.”

“I’m glad,” he murmurs out, almost as soft as a breath, and you brace as he circles your clit a little more, before pulling both his hands away, landing a smack between your thighs.

You yelp in surprise, palm hastily sliding over parted lips, holding yourself up on one arm as you register the sensations. A slight sting, but mostly it’s a pleasant tingle, heat rushing to the area stimulated.

“All good?” He checks, and you’re able to feel his attention on you. How intent it weighs, wanting to make sure you’re okay.

You swallow thickly, before nodding. “All good,” you manage, a little shaky from surprise, but otherwise good.

He hums again, but it’s a little more tense than before, and you can feel how hard he is against your thigh. Subconsciously shifting to press more against him—give him some friction.

Eris groans lowly, butterflies fluttering between your legs at the deep pitch, liking how his palm wraps around the top of your thigh, pulling you more against him. You feel like you’re doing it right.

“Ready for another one?” He asks gently, hips subtly rolling against your thigh.

“I’m ready,” you confirm, gaining the confidence to part your legs wider. Spreading yourself out over him.

Again, he soothes your heat, fingers rubbing attentively over the hot, wet area, before pulling back and smacking down.

You’re caught off guard even on the second time, how surprisingly good it feels, a small noise of pleasure breathing from your lips, toes curling as your spine bows.

He thumbs over your clit, fingers slipping back inside, and you moan at the sensitivity, how the slight sting makes your cunt feel more naked somehow, more aware of pleasure, and stimulation.

“Eris…” you moan softly, hips winding against him, thigh pressing against his cock as you move, admittedly liking the thought of helping to get him off too. The Mother knows he won’t do it for himself in this situation—he wants to have all his attention on you, to make sure you’re okay.

“Everything alright?” He asks with noticeable breathlessness.

“I…again…?” You request, again shifting the stance of your thighs for him to have more access.

His fingers stutter between your legs, before he resumes his ministrations as calmly as possible, but his scent betrays him—stark arousal having your mind turn blurry.

“A little harder?” He manages, tension ripe in the muscles of his leg, and you wind your hips with surprising eagerness.

“Mhmm,” you answer, patiently waiting.

He spanks you again, this time catching your clit beneath his knuckles and you gasp, moaning sweetly, excitedly, as pleasure rises to greet the harsh touch.

You curse softly, already anticipating the next one with hunger, feeling an ache begin to grow that you need relief for.

“Eris, please…” you moan breathlessly, toes curling.

Your mate stiffens, pulling away. “Do you want to stop?”

“Gods no,” you pant, hips shifting as you try to redirect his attention.

“Please…I want more.”

Lucien: back to his front in bed

“Mmm…Lu…”

“Open,” he reminds, humming faintly as you part your thighs, arms kept to your chest, your back pressed flush to his hot torso. “That’s better.”

You yelp as he strikes, palm connecting wetly with your tender sex, muscles flinching from the rough treatment, cunt sore and stinging.

“Lu…it hurts…” you manage shakily, again making to pull your legs together.

“Not enjoying it?” He croons softly beside your ear, lips raising into a smirk as his fingers settle over your clit, right hand rubbing in small circles while his left pushes inside of you—middle and fifth finger pumping and curling.

You bite your lip, trying to keep the sounds of pleasure quiet, but he begins pressing soft kisses over your cheek, and your head lolls back against his shoulder, muscles going limp beneath his gentle touches.

“That’s not fair…” you breathe, trying to muster the energy to glare at him but failing miserably, managing little more than a narrowing of your brows.

“All is fair in love and war,” Lucien hums from beside you, and you can hear the grin in his voice, your toes curling as his fingers brush against a spot that has you tightening around him.

You whine when he retracts his wet fingers, not giving you enough time to brace as he slaps between your legs, yelping at the sudden tingling feeling, thighs slamming together as you squirm in his hold.

Lucien tuts lowly, and you whimper when his large palms wrap hotly beneath your knees, hooking your legs over his own so you’re forced apart.

“How many more?” You whimper, squirming against him as his hands return between your legs, right palm returning to swirl over your clit soothingly, left gently plying you apart.

“You aren’t counting?” He laughs lowly, nipping at your ear, and you stiffen, glancing at him with panic.

His smile broadens, pressing his mouth to your own, eyes gleaming with warmth. “Five left,” he murmurs, and you sigh in relief. “Think you can manage?”

You peer down at yourself, how he’s touching you, knowing just where to press and rub against to have slick gathering on his fingers. “Then I can come?”

He hardens at your back, eyes darkening a little, mouth brushing against your own. “What’s stopping you from coming now?” He drawls, able to feel each syllable on your lips, “certainly not me.”

You whimper, tilting your chin, raising toward his lips hungrily. “I can do five more,” you manage softly, eyes staring intently at his mouth—fashioning itself into a smile that’s dripping sex appeal.

He opens over you, tongue flicking hotly against the roof of your mouth, cunt squeezing his fingers, slouching against his chest as he puts his heat into your body.

Just five more, then you can have more fun.

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Say hello to my bug eyed baby boy 🐛👀👶

He was in an egg since September but about a week ago he finally hatched! 😊😅 jk jk but it did take me this long to finish this plushie of baby Leslie that I can hold close and snuggle. 🥰🧡

In the last few days I took him out with me so he could explore the woods for the first time, and so I could take some photos of him for you guys (and me lol).

No I could not trim this photo set even more, do you have any idea how many photos I took?? and he's precious in all of them. 🥺

I don't have a sewing machine or any other special equipment so he's entirely handmade with a pattern I made myself by trial and error, but I did use two of my plush toys as reference to study how they're stitched together.

I was pretty limited with my material choice because I had to find everything in Leslie's colors or at least the closest I could get to his colors, and I've realized that they're not very popular colors. His hair sadly ended up being the most off, but I'm still happy with it.

His body is something like sweatshirt fleece but the fabric being turned the wrong way so that the soft fuzzy side is on the outside. But I had no luck trying to find sherpa fleece fabric that would fit his coat colors so his fur is all embroidered using a stitch called turkey work.

And his lil pickle dreads are made with the same technique as friendship bracelets, just that they loop around. I've made so many friendship bracelets in my time that this wasn't hard to figure out how to do lol. And in the end I also sewed shiny pearls onto them to act as sparkles, since I'm not a fan of glitter or sequins. 😅

And lastly his hair is made out of genuine hand dyed sheep locks! Wondering how to tackle the hair gave me the most trouble. I was thinking of sewing it together out of fabric, or tying together fluffy yarn in the style of macramé and other ideas I can't recall anymore, but either the idea didn't sound good enough or I wasn't able to find the right material to try to pull it off. In the end I stumbled on sheep locks kind of on accident while browsing etsy and the idea was just too tempting. They're the only part of him that I ordered online and I was really worried it wasn't going to be what I needed, or that I won't like the color once I see it irl, won't like the feel, etc. But I'm super happy with how it came out in the end. Yes it's much lighter in color and now he's curly, but I think it really suits him, and it feels soft like actual hair. 🥰

Some details from up close:

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#15 please 🙏🙏🙏 and maybe #29 if the inspiration strikes you 😘

Trembling Hands & Sweat

Nov 2024 MicroFics Masterpost

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Authors Note: Hi, my lovely! 🫶 Well, I woke up and wrote porn on a Sunday morning. It's a life... I guess? Under the cut. Enjoy! 😁🧡🧡

Your trembling hands reach down and grasp his broad shoulders, needing an anchor to tether yourself as you spiral so high you can barely breathe. You never knew this sort of pleasure existed.

All you can see as you glance down over your dress rucked up around your stomach is his chestnut hair, glowing with almost coppery highlights in the blazing summer sun. His mouth is so hot and wet, suctioned onto your body.

A trickle of sweat drips from his temple onto the sensitive skin of your inner thigh as he pushes your legs out wider, wrapping his arms around your hips, hauling you further onto his face, his questing tongue causing a spike of pleasure so intense it makes you cry out, your back arching off the lush grass.

“Shh,” he chastises over a laugh, resonating into your soaked flesh.

“I-I cannot be quiet,” you confess, stuttering, meeting his gaze as he tilts his head to look up at you, handsome face glazed and framed by your naked thighs.

“Then I shall desist…” he warns, his eyes glittering with mischief, as you curl your lip under your teeth, looking contrite, not wanting anything to interrupt this. He chuckles: “That’s better. After all, I would hate for your family to find out just how familiar we are prior to marriage, my darling fiancé…”

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ PADDOCK TO PADDOCK (LN) PART 4

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lando norris x fem!horse rider!reader

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user1 y/n hanging out with landos family🫣🫣🫣 oh they’re in LOVE

flo_norris_showjumping i LOVED seeing you again🥹 even if my brother hogged you for most of the night

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yourusername you’re still my number 1🩷🩷🩷

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user5 i am so used to them being gross and in love on my home page but i still gasped

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landonorris sweetheart that kind of is YOUR fault

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landonorris she was and i’m still finding glitter everywhere days later

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[bettyshoweduptotheparty]

Why the two "contradicting" flags? - A story about CompHet

Wow what an emotional Monday! I swear I cried on three different occasions today over different videos of Taylor singing about daylight and being out of the woods and rolling the stone away all whilst draped in pride flag colours and purple glitter (purple is the gayest colour!).

But I see a lot of confusion about the seeming contradiction of wearing a bi flag dress on Friday night and a lesbian flag dress on Sunday. And while we don’t know which of those (if any) labels she identifies with, I don’t see a contradiction at all, I see a progression. She could have worn these dresses in any order, but she specifically chose to build up to the gayest one by wearing

💙💜🩷 -> 💜 -> ❤️🧡🩷

That’s a story of unpacking comphet to me. And before you come at me, no, bisexuality is not a stepping stone identity, it can absolutely be a permanent label. But the journey of slowly unpacking societal expectations and trying on identities, landing on one that maybe fit for a while but wasn’t the right one in the end is also very common, especially for queer women. We get raised into the expectation of centring our sexuality, our gender expression, our whole lives around men. That’s the heteronormative world we live in. If your environment is religious, there’s an added layer of unlearning. Unlearning what you’ve been taught you should feel, and listening to yourself about what it is you actually feel. Unlearning that being anything other than straight is bad or sinful when you’ve been raised to be the good girl. Yes, I went through the same stages. A lot of women seemingly did during the pandemic when we were all having a break from heteronormativity and sitting at home reading Untamed by Glennon Doyle 😉. (Yes, Taylor did too, she tweeted Glennon’s wife to say how much the book had helped her. And there are actually a lot of nods to this book in both Taylor’s lyrics and the June Bates poetry books).

Coming all that way out the other end to where you can fully accept your identity and wear your colours proudly is such a special and joyful moment and happy, visible queer people still bring me to happy tears every time. And for a self-declared people pleaser that’s such a big step. I can’t tell you how many people hate lesbians simply for not centring their lives around men and rejecting the male gaze. Especially in the entertainment industry, you can maybe be bi or unlabelled but don’t ever date or (god forbid) kiss someone of the same sex in public. Rose by any other name is a scandal… and all that. But no more shame, now she’s out there full of smiles and queer joy twirling in those screaming colours. And I’ve not felt this elated on her behalf since she sang Hits Different for the first time in Chicago last year. What a joyful Monday indeed. ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

[kathlare]

shattered sparks

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: After winning Song of the Year at the VMAs, Amelie is caught in a whirlwind of mixed emotions. While the celebration should have been the highlight of her night, her lingering anger and hurt from a recent fight with Lando taint her victory. Far away, Lando struggles with his own feelings of regret, unable to reach Amelie despite his attempts to apologize.

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Warnings: kinda sad

September 11th, 2024 - Elmont, NY

The VMA afterparty was in full swing, and the energy was electric. The room shimmered with glittering lights, designer gowns, and the buzz of celebrities celebrating their wins. Amelie, freshly crowned with the Song of the Year award for her track Espresso, had every reason to be ecstatic. Yet, as she swirled the drink in her hand and exchanged half-hearted smiles with congratulatory strangers, she couldn’t shake the heaviness in her chest.

Her phone buzzed again in her clutch. She already knew who it was. Lando’s name had flashed across her screen twice tonight, each time making her stomach twist. This time, it was a text.

Lan🧡: Congratulations, Ames. I’m proud of you.

Her thumb hovered over the screen, caught in a battle between ignoring him or giving in to her impulse to respond. But her anger still lingered, sharp and unyielding. Instead, she locked the phone and slipped it back into her bag, raising her glass for another sip of the champagne that had started to lose its sparkle.

—Hey,— her friend Minnie called over the thrum of the party, nudging her gently. —What’s up with you? You’ve been… off tonight.—

Amelie forced a smile, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. —I’m fine. Just tired.—

Minnie raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. —Tired? Girl, you just won Song of the Year. You should be dancing on tables right now.—

Amelie let out a weak laugh, swirling her drink. —Yeah, I should, shouldn’t I?—

Minnie studied her for a moment before placing a steady hand on her shoulder. —Okay, what’s going on? And don’t say ‘nothing.’ I know you better than that.—

Amelie sighed, looking around the room at the blur of happy faces. —It’s just… Lando,— she admitted reluctantly. —We had a fight. A bad one.—

Minnie’s expression softened. —Ah. So, that’s why you’re practically glued to your phone, waiting for his texts?—

Amelie frowned, defensive. —I’m not...—

—You are,— Minnie cut her off gently. —And that’s okay. But, Ames, you’re allowed to enjoy this moment. Don’t let anyone, no matter how cute or British, take that away from you.—

Amelie nodded, but the words only felt like a temporary balm. Her fight with Lando still echoed in her mind—the sharp words, the accusations, and, worst of all, the way he had dismissed her feelings.

The memory made her stomach turn. His words had cut deep, and she hated how they made her feel—irrational, insecure, and small. She had lashed out in return, saying things she didn’t fully mean but couldn’t take back. Now, there was a crack between them, and she wasn’t sure how—or if—they could mend it.

Back in Monaco, Lando was pacing his living room, phone in hand. He had seen clips of her speech and her radiant smile as she accepted her award. It should have made him happy, proud. Instead, it left him feeling hollow. He couldn’t shake the thought that he should’ve been the first person she called to celebrate. But he knew he wasn’t, and it was his own fault.

—She ignored you again?— Pietra’s voice broke through his thoughts. She was perched on his couch, arms crossed, her sharp gaze fixed on him.

Lando ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. —Yeah. She hasn’t replied to anything. Not my calls, not my texts.—

—Well, can you blame her?— Pietra shot back, her tone unyielding. —You were a jerk, Lando.—

Lando stopped pacing, turning to face her. —I know, okay? I messed up. But I didn’t invite Magui. You did.—

Pietra rolled her eyes, unimpressed. —Don’t you dare pin this on me. Yes, I invited her, but you didn’t have to act so oblivious. Amelie found out from someone else, and that’s what hurt her. Not just Magui being there, but you not telling her.—

Max, who had been quietly sipping his drink in the corner, finally spoke up, nodding in agreement. —She’s right, mate. You should’ve just been honest. Amelie’s not mad about Magui; she’s mad because you made her feel like her feelings didn’t matter.—

Lando slumped onto the couch, burying his face in his hands. —I know I screwed up. I just… I didn’t think it was a big deal. Magui and I are nothing, and I didn’t want to make it into something by bringing it up.—

—But by not bringing it up, you made it worse,— Pietra said bluntly. —Lando, you’re in a relationship. You don’t get to pick and choose what’s ‘a big deal.’ If it’s a big deal to her, it should be a big deal to you.—

Her words hit hard, and Lando felt a lump rise in his throat. He hated how true they were, how much he’d failed to consider Amelie’s perspective.

—I just… I don’t know how to fix it,— he admitted, his voice cracking. —She won’t even talk to me.—

Pietra softened slightly, leaning forward. —Give her space, but don’t give up. She’s hurt, Lando, and she has every right to be. But if you love her, and I know you do, you’ll find a way to make it right.—

Lando nodded, swallowing hard. He wanted to believe Pietra was right, but the doubt lingered. What if he had pushed Amelie too far this time? What if she couldn’t forgive him?

As he sat in the quiet of his apartment, the weight of their fight pressing down on him, all he could do was hope that somehow, they could find their way back to each other.

Lando stayed seated on the couch long after Pietra and Max had left his apartment. The echoes of their words bounced in his head, cutting through the silence like a dull blade. He scrolled through the photos from the night, pausing on a picture of Amelie on stage, golden trophy in hand, her face alight with triumph.

She deserved to be happy, to feel celebrated. Instead, because of him, her night was overshadowed by their fight.

Running a hand down his face, Lando sighed heavily. He had never wanted this—never wanted to hurt her. But now, it felt like he was standing on the edge of a cliff, unsure if he could pull them back to solid ground or if the weight of their argument would tip them over.

He typed out another message, staring at the screen for what felt like an eternity before deleting it. Nothing he could say felt right.

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minnie.mills: You ate, left no crumbs, AND teleported us to another galaxy. Iconic. 👽✨

bestiesupport44: HOW does it feel to carry the whole industry on your back??

randomfan29: Okay but why is there no like from him?? 👀 → alienlovers69: @randomfan29 We NEED answers. Where is Lando??

loversofamelie56: If they broke up, she’s WAY out of his league anyway.

gracieabrams: Well deserved!!! The whole world is now just a little bit more obsessed with you 😍💎

alexwolffofficiall: Look at you now, rockstar! Song of the year, you’re making all of us proud 🔥🌟 → ameliedayman: @alexwolffofficial It’s just the beginning, babe!

dualipa: You really did that!! So proud of you, queen 👑🔥

taylorswift: THIS IS YOUR MOMENT. So proud of you! Keep shining, baby 💖🌟 → ameliedayman: @taylorswift Thank you SO much, you’re my ultimate inspiration 💖✨

fan_1234: No like from Lando? Hmmm… Are we sure everything’s cool? 🤔👀

pietrapilao: If I could take that trophy and make it mine, I would! But for now, I’ll just be proud of you 👑✨ → ameliedayman: @pietrapilao You could DEFINITELY take it if you wanted, queen 👑💖

f1gossiper: Y’all... where’s the like from Lando? 👀 Is it time to address the rumors yet? 😂

joe_locke: Knew this was coming!! Song of the Year, and you didn’t even have to try. You’re built for this. 💥💖 → ameliedayman: @joe_locke You always know how to make me smile, thank you so much 💖💫

oliviarodrigo: Omg, you’re a literal QUEEN. So proud of you!! 👑🔥 → ameliedayman: @oliviarodrigo Thank you, love!

fanaccount1: So proud of you!! It’s YOUR world and we’re just living in it 🔥💎

f1fanatic23: So she wins Song of the Year, but Lando didn’t like the post? 🤔 I smell tea. 👀

maxfewtrell: A whole VMA win? Ok, you’re officially unstoppable now 🔥💥 → ameliedayman: @maxfewtrell Thanks, Max!

f1lovers69: Y’all see how she looked? And the performance? Straight FIRE. 🔥🔥🔥

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[mr-urple]

» The devil’s coming but only to worship me_.

Heyo guys, gals, and nonbinary pals! I'm Donatello, but I more commonly go by Don. I'm your average ninja mutant turtle teen with a penchant for violence and chaotic shenanigans. I'm just a silly guy, don't be afraid to hang around! You can slide something into my inbox while you're at it, I won't mind !

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INTP / 5w4 / 548

I ate a roly poly once (I was fIVE-)

During covid I chose suicide, now I choose homicide :)

I may be a Donnie but I am warning you, I am very. Very dumb

AuDHD (I just say I'm autistic tho because it's funnier)

Chaotic evil

Literally just a cat in a turtle body

Will Bite /threat

Keeps getting adopted by people for some reason

Yyyyyeeahhhhh that's about it, remember to be nice and have fun and shit. Stay silly gang!!!!

[runaway-dreamers]

An opportunity for Wally request has arrived!! Exited-exited!

Since im a tiny bit evil it would be fluff turned angst >:)

How about while Wally and Reader cuddle, Wally asks about our heartbeat, we answer explaining that its a sign of us being alive, as a consequence of that he learns about our mortality

Ty for your consideration 🌹

Hmm, I'm a little awkward here. I do hope you like it! Thank you, Anon!

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Here in deeper conversations, I find myself wishing to be folded into you.

The Everyday Life of Wally Darling

Word count: 1,116

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The sun dipped low in the cloudless sky. Shadows of buildings were slanted across the now empty roads, a deepening orange filled the spaces between. A breeze lifted the weightless blinds filling every corner of the room with the smell of late spring afternoons. The gently lifting and falling curtain cast its own shadow on the two sleeping bodies held close to one another. 

You were laying on your back with Wally's head resting on your chest. Your hand was gently combing through the soft blue waves of his hair. A comforting silence had built around you. Nothing was said as his hand pressed gently against their skin. It gave way, but remained taut against the pressure. What started off as helping a stranger turned into this.

During that time spent caring for each other things were thought of, but never asked. Questions weren't able to pass from their lips. There was a clear wall between the two. A wall that made conversation tough. They would converse about the general, but just as important, well being of one another. They would chat about Wally's new painting. You would ask about the different techniques he used this time around, and he would give them all the information he could offer. The two were close friends. 

There was a mutual understanding expressed in eyes half-looking as they passed by one another. They shared it when they said their goodbyes or see you later. They shared it when talking over morning coffee. A moment's grief made painfully acute by avoidance. They ignored it as much as they possibly could hoping that this was the correct path. 

It must have grown over time nurtured by him admiring you in the morning sun as they gazed into eyes still glittering from sleep. It may have been when you first saw him with his hair down watching the sun rise from the kitchen window. All you really knew was that this little pang of joy grew into a pulsating surge of longing. Without much words spoken the both of you had begun sharing a bed. Wally would go quiet first as he felt the tautness of your skin. His head would always rest on your chest. Your hand always traced along the fine stitches on his body. 

The first time Wally had his head on your chest, he had squeezed you so tight and pressed his ear as close as he could. You said nothing when he did this, but you could feel the racing of your heart. At some point you had slept and woke to him still listening. He never asked. You never offered.  

The growing weight of unspoken words would always become too heavy, and those questions must flow. Wally moved propping himself up on his elbow. His thick blue hair slipped from between your fingers. The movement roused you from your sleep, and you looked at him concerned. 

"Neighbor, I've been meaning to ask," His voice was low as he spoke, "What is this sound in your chest? Is it a crank? A voice box?"

Wally rested his hand on your chest, his fingers curled and his pointer gently tapping to the rhythm of your heart. His eyes held the same sweet look they always did. The same look you'd always seen when he offered you tea or a bite of his apple. His hair hung down to the side with strands caught in the golden hours glow, and you wanted to run your fingers through again. He looked like a dream, a fantasy. 

"That's my heart. It keeps the tempo of my life." 

Wally stopped tapping as you spoke, "Keeps the tempo of your life?"

His confusion was showing. The walls were slipping. The moon had risen and the night spread its deep blue glow. They stared at one another waiting to see what would happen next. Behind the silence tension had sprouted.

"Yes. If it stops, well, it means the show's over." You tried to laugh away the uneasiness hoping the conversation would change quickly. 

Wally laughed montone and robotic, "Hahaha, what show would that be?" 

"The, uh, Y/N show." Your heart sank. 

He was confused, "How would I turn it back on?" 

"You can't. No one can, really. Maybe I'm not explaining it right," You sat up, "My heart is why I'm alive. When it stops beating I'll be.. not alive." 

Wally sat up and stared at you, his eyes never leaving yours. They widened as yours winced. 

"What happens when you're not alive, neighbor?" 

"I imagine it's us returning to the primordial soup, the creation of all things, but I don't know." 

"So when your heart stops, you'll no longer be here?" Wally's voice cracked as he struggled with the weight of what he just learned. The pieces were not clear and didn't fit well together, but from the jagged edges came an idea so startling it caused him to cry. You pulled him into a hug, rubbing his back and kissing the side of his head. Neither of you spoke as Wally clung to you listening once more to your heart.  

"That isn't right now. Right now I'm here with you still living, still with a beating heart. You can hear it whenever you need to. Imagine my heart beats for you, too." You spoke softly, your words barely a whisper in the dark. 

You sat there for a while just holding one another. It felt like new questions were waiting to pour out from the both of you. New conversations waiting to be explored. Things to understand and things meant to cause arguments. Why did it suddenly feel like these things now had an even tighter deadline? Like they might not ever be spoken of. The potential of you and I was a burden threatening to drag us under. 

With Wally's head against your chest and your hand absently rubbing his back, you could let yourself believe an ending was far off. This moment could last forever through the winding night, through the rising sun, and through the cool blue of daytime skies. If this was the anchor in the now uncertain ending then so be it. Assume for a second this is all there is. Being here together for a moment in a lifetime of change and hardship was more than enough.

"If.. You leave. That loss would change me. You'll have gone somewhere I can never go." Wally spoke next, his voice would shake and crack. 

"An eventual inevitability, but not right now. I promise I'll stay right where you can see me for as long as I possibly can." 

"I'll memorize the tempo of your life, Y/N."